Luo Yao had been observing Lin Ran's condition and only relaxed when she saw no issues.
She feared Lin Ran might dislike her cold-blooded violence, worried he might flee from her.
"Ah Ran, I need to confirm something."
"Yao Yao, I know what you're thinking. Don't worry—no matter what you're like, I'll always love you."
Wu Zhishang: "Damn! Can you two stop shoving your lovey-dovey act in our faces? Have some consideration for us single folks!"
Back at the estate villa, Lin Ran gently set Luo Yao down.
"Ah Ran, are you tired?"
Lin Ran was already lightly drenched in sweat. From the company to the estate, Luo Yao had clung to him the entire time without letting go—it really was exhausting.
"Tired, but happy."
Luo Yao's eyes curved into a beautiful arc as she lightly pecked Lin Ran’s cheek. Lin Ran touched his slightly damp face and smiled adoringly.
He then shouted, "Uncle Fu!"
"Young Master Lin, you called?"
"Prepare the bath."
...
At the hospital, Lin Tianba and his family of three lay neatly in their beds.
Liu Ruxue, however, had disappeared at some point.
Lin Jian’s injuries were the most severe, followed by Liu Yuemei’s, and finally Lin Tianba’s.
Lin Jian’s tongue had been mangled by Luo Yao, and his tears hadn’t stopped flowing. The doctor who examined him was both shocked and confused.
"What kind of parents let their child swallow razor blades? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"
Lin Jian: "Luh tawk lik dis, I cahn tawk proply!"
Doctor: "???"
Liu Yuemei was worse off than Lin Jian. After a round of examinations, she was diagnosed with three broken ribs, though thankfully not life-threatening.
Despite Luo Yao only kicking her once, that single strike was enough to incapacitate any woman.
While waiting for surgery, she overheard the doctor’s words in the ward and nearly lost her mind.
"Doctor, will my son ever speak again?"
The doctor nodded. "He can still speak, just not as clearly as before."
Liu Yuemei felt as if struck by lightning. Lin Tianba quickly tried to comfort her.
In terms of injuries, Lin Tianba had gotten off the lightest.
He had only been whipped repeatedly by Lin Ran—superficial wounds that hurt like hell but weren’t fatal.
In terms of suffering, Lin Tianba took first place, enduring prolonged torture from the lashes.
But in terms of actual damage, Liu Yuemei and her son had sustained worse injuries in that single instant.
They hadn’t gone to the police, knowing it wouldn’t solve anything—only make things worse.
Lin Tianba: "It’s fine, Yuemei. Even if Jian can’t speak properly, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s the young master of the Lin family. Remember, we’re among the elite few at the top. As long as we have money, nothing else matters."
"Most people in this world are born to be exploited by the likes of us. As long as Suran Group stands, Jian will always remain untouchable."
Liu Yuemei stared at Lin Tianba in disbelief. She was starting to see him in a new light.
"I never thought you could be so weak. Our son’s been brutalized, and you’re just going to take it?"
"What else can we do?"
"You won’t even call the cops, let alone seek revenge?"
Lin Tianba sighed in frustration. He couldn’t be bothered to argue with her—she was becoming more and more intolerable.
This woman might be "kind," "beautiful," and "understanding," but when it came to real crises, she was utterly clueless.
Sure, for someone like Lin Tianba, ruining an ordinary person’s life was child’s play—even without provocation. But was Luo Yao ordinary?
You want revenge on her? We’re lucky she didn’t finish us off right then and there.
Thankfully, Lin Ran had stopped her, or they might not have walked out of there alive.
"Do you think I don’t want to? I can’t. Don’t you know who Luo Yao is? Haven’t I told you?"
"I don’t care who she is. I want her dead."
Furious, Lin Tianba slapped her—something he had never done in all their years together. But her reckless thinking had pushed him too far.
"You dare hit me?"
Lin Tianba stared at his own hand, stunned. He hadn’t even realized he’d actually done it.
"I… Yuemei, I’m sorry. I lost my temper."
Liu Yuemei burst into tears, wiping her face dramatically.
"You promised you’d cherish me forever, and now you hit me? Waaah!"
Lin Tianba, irritated, stepped out into the hospital hallway.
He felt utterly helpless. Lin Jian had provoked Luo Yao, and getting hurt was the inevitable consequence.
As a father, his heart ached, but there was nothing he could do. The powerlessness made him feel ten years older.
At the time, he had wanted to stand up and slap Luo Yao, to shout, "Don’t you dare lay a hand on my son!" But he lacked the courage—and the ability.
After all, the bodyguards had him pinned.
Even if he hadn’t been restrained, doing so would have led to disaster—not just for him, but for the entire group.
Suran Group couldn’t afford any more turbulence.
At least Lin Ran had given him a way out. Thinking of this, Lin Tianba suddenly recalled the son he had always despised.
Lin Ran had humiliated him, made him feel worthless—yet in the end, he had also offered a sliver of mercy.
Maybe… he shouldn’t have been so harsh on that boy?
But he had only wanted to raise a filial son through strict discipline. Wasn’t that love?
Why couldn’t Lin Ran understand a father’s good intentions?
How had things come to this? Had he really been wrong?
Where had he gone wrong?
"Hey! Boss Lin, you’re quite the expert at hiding!"
Lin Tianba shuddered and turned around slowly.
"Master Dao… What brings you here?"
Brother Dao stood there with a few intimidating men.
"You weren’t answering your phone. Went to your office—you weren’t there. Went to your house—only to find you’d sold it? Had to pull some strings to track you down."
"Boss Lin, you’ve got some nerve. You mortgaged your house to me, then sold it for cash? You think I’m just for show?"
Lin Tianba swallowed hard.
"Master Dao, let me explain. I had some financial trouble recently, so I sold the house. But don’t worry—I’ll pay you back."
"You think I’m stupid? Suran Group’s in crisis—you think I don’t know? And the money you owe me is due. Pay up."
Lin Tianba had been racking his brain for days but still hadn’t found a solution.
"Three days. Give me three more days, and I’ll have the money."
Brother Dao patted Lin Tianba’s cheek.
"Fine. Three more days. But if I don’t get my money with interest… You wouldn’t want your wife teaching foreign languages at a nightclub, would you?"
Lin Tianba nodded frantically. "Understood! Understood!"
Once Brother Dao left, Lin Tianba collapsed onto the floor.
After a while, he composed himself and returned to the ward.
"Lin Tianba! You hit me and then run away? What kind of man are you?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
